That’s right, open your mouth... You see? Well, she generally has the oil and vinegar dressing—is that what you’d like, my dear? Just nod ...if I’m right. Oil and vinegar it is, then... Thank you, Bradley. Oh, one more thing. Violet’s panties, here...they’re lovely, don’t you think? I’d hate to see them get any food-stains. Would you mind holding onto them until we’re done eating? Thank you so much...yes, I’ll call you if we need anything else. You’ve been very patient, my. What happens if he touches me or bends me over the bed? What do I do?' questioned Mum. 'Then let him Mum but I'll be here anyway just in case. You know how I like to watch you so come on, strip off to your tights and call room service now' I said as I went into the bathroom and stripped off myself.Mum duly obliged stripping off her skirt, blouse and bra to just her dark tan tights and mules. She called room service to order the wine and reception confirmed it would be at our rook in a few. ”“Honey, I haven’t stopped loving you. I never could. You’re a good husband. But I feel something I haven’t felt for many years, sweetheart. OK, I’ll say it. I barely noticed over the years that the passionate side of me had disappeared. Whatever it was that made my heart skip a beat, it was gone. But I hadn’t really noticed, it was so gradual. You know? Honey? Please, say something.”As mom and I sat there feeling uneasy, sad, even ashamed, it was about to get much worse. As they say, you could. She didn’t need any foreplay. She needed to cum. I zeroed in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, then alternated sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue and she began to quake. Good. She was close so I held her tightly with my lips and drove her wild with my tongue and she bucked, arching her back to press into me. Then she convulsed hard, five, six, eight times and collapsed back silently. No orgasm song.I caressed her taut stomach as I stood and took off my shirt. She looked up at me.